summer in the city

-guitar

i'll be cold-shouldering you in an advanced way
my psyche will spit game you can't read
you will wonder where i am

-when i ride out of here tonight
on the old town drunk ghost-

and express it in a sentence
but i won't be thinking about that again

you are not economical for me.

management

and you think about
how you don't like me so much

i'm a piece of space debris